That’s all the invitation he seems to need when the tip of his tongue slides right in. His hands come up and cup my face, taking complete control of everything that I am. The kiss deepens with each stroke of his tongue, and I want more.
I become restless as I sit on the counter. He is not close enough, and I don’t have the patience to wait any longer. I bring my legs up and wrap them around his waist to pull him closer. He complies with no hesitation while he continues devouring my mouth.
“This is all I could think about since the last time I saw you,” he grumbles in between heavy kissing.
“Same,” I confess. What would the point of pretending even be?
A shiver runs straight through me when his hands mess with the top I have tucked into the pencil skirt I wore to work today. He pulls it out, and a fraction of a second later, he makes contact with my skin.
I don’t fight it when he pulls the top higher, until his hands cup my breasts perfectly from underneath.
“You are so beautiful,” he says as he yanks his mouth away from mine.
I place a hand over his just as he is about to pull my bra down. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
He stops moving. By the way his eyes bore into mine, I’d say that he’s giving the thought some consideration. I unhook my legs from around his waist, ready to lead him to my bed.
“No.”
He yanks the top over my head and drops it to the ground. The bra follows suit, and it all happens so fast, I can’t keep up. Just as I am about so say something, his head comes down, with his mouth latching onto my nipple in an instant.
“Wow…” That’s all I can manage. Everything else escapes me, and the world around me fades.
Alex, with moves as skilled as ever, sucks on one breast before moving to the other, while his hands are furiously working on my skirt. Sudden panic hits me when I realize that I have tights on. They will not be easy to take off.
“Wait!”
I push at his head, my voice so breathless that I don’t think he can even hear me.
“Alex!”
This time, I am a bit more forceful, and he finally lets go of my breast for long enough to look up at me.
“Let me off!”
I push at his shoulders. The momentum carries him a couple of steps back, almost causing him to crash into the table. I don’t waste any time when I slide the skirt down my legs, then start working on the tights. They are so constricting that once they are past my hips, I feel like I can breathe more easily.
By the time I have them rolled down my feet, it feels like a semi workout of sorts.
“That was sexy,” Alex declares when I stand back up, making me giggle.
I hop back on the counter and open my arms in invitation. That is all that Alex needs to come back to me. His mouth connects with mine once again, nipping and licking at my lips before dipping aggressively inside.
“Yes,” I sigh when he slides his mouth down the column of my neck, focusing on all the sensitive spots between that and the tops of my breasts.
He starts biting, gently at first, then more forcefully, until I’m sure I will be bruised all over when I wake up tomorrow.
Alex leans back to admire his work at the same time that his hands reach to the back and release the clasp of my bra.
My panties are positively soaked by this point, and I move around to get some relief. I really wish he’d do something about it sooner rather than later.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Alex’s hand slides up my thigh, not stopping until it reaches the soft spot where itconnects with my hip. His thumb teases me as it rubs along the seam to my panties, and I hold my breath in anticipation.
“Please,” I beg, just like I always do.
Since that is Alex’s favorite word, he gives me what I crave when he finally pushes my panties to the side and his thumb presses onto my clit. He rubs it up and down for a few moments as his head drops to my breasts again. The combination of him touching me like that is what I need. Seeing as I am sexually frustrated to begin with, I’m sure it won’t take me long to let go completely.
“No,” I cry out when he pulls back again. I hate it when he plays games like that with me.
